Sonster Munting

From the creator of The Hasherverse, The Dollhouse Widow, and Soft Gods Die Laughter... comes a new layer of the Peachbone Archives.

Filed under: Mismanaged Soul Transfers. Mid-Tier Panic.

Sonster Munting

Not the best. Not the worst. Just the ones still clocking in.

The Sonsters don’t wear capes—they wear glow-coded ID badges and haul reinforced soul containers. Their job? Keep reality stitched, ensure safe soul passage, and triple-check every form. They’re not legends. They’re legacy labor.

Nightingale and Sebastian are mid-tier handlers: competent, overworked, and quietly burned out. Their assignment seems simple—process a batch of newly arrived child souls into the Sonster system. Some to be raised. Some to be rehomed. All to be protected.

Then something goes wrong. The dolls are missing. The illusion cracks. And the souls—restless, high-powered, half-aware—slip loose into the world.

It’s not about saving the world. It’s not about honor. It’s about avoiding the paperwork avalanche this screw-up is about to cause.

Because children’s souls don’t vanish quietly. They warp magic, shatter wards, and draw the kind of attention nobody wants to write reports about.

A quiet, cutting supernatural logistics tale. Sonster Munting — when protocol fails and the paperwork bites back.